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Yeah My young niggas serving You lil' niggas working Yeah, ha, no cap (D. Hill) Young Vito (D. Hill) Yeah, tell me why bitches be fucking for purses That lil' nigga 12, they know he be working My partner got M's, he got it from serving We came from the block, looking out for Suburbans Upping that Glock then you know it's a murder You ain't aim for the top, nigga, what was the purpose? Shit get real when they pull out the sheet Another opp pack got hit with the heat Another foreign car, can't start with a key Young nigga shit, love the gamble every week Young nigga shit, Alexander McQueen Pop big shit so I'm fucking the tеam I ain't giving her shit, but I sell her a drеam Say that she love me, won't tell her a thing My lil' partner throwed, he gone off that molly Start all that tweaking, he shooting somebody Never around when shit get violent Mane, niggas wanna talk about it Same nigga if I'm broke or rich Letras de cancionesBefore that Rollie even touched my wrist I would've shot Rico if I was Meek My young niggas slide, swear they don't miss Thirty in the bag, young nigga still trapping He came from the country, you know that we test The neighbors complaining, keep fussing my traffic Two-hundred bands wrapped in the plastic Hundred thousand still under the mattress Ain't shit changed just 'cause we rapping Y'all ain't no killers, stop all that capping Exotic the blunts, designer the fabric My niggas some shooters just like the Mavericks She ask for a bag, I bust out the laughing (Ha, dumb bitch) That lil' nigga 12, they know he be working My partner got M's, he got it from serving We came from the block, looking out for Suburbans Upping that Glock then you know it's a murder You ain't aim for the top, nigga, what was the purpose? Shit get real when they pull out the sheet Another opp pack got hit with the heat Another foreign car, can't start with a key Young nigga shit, love the gamble every week Young nigga shit, Alexander McQueen Pop big shit so I'm fucking the team I ain't giving her shit, but I sell her a dream Say that she love me, won't tell her a thing My lil' partner throwed, he gone off that molly Start all that tweaking, he shooting somebody (Yeah, yeah) Young nigga shit, love the gamble every week Young nigga shit, love to get high speed Young nigga shit, love to fuck on a freak I hit from the back, pull it out and I skeet Have to chase dream, yeah, just like me Fuck on her once and never'll speak My lil' partner rich, he got it from P We riding Trackhawks, they came with no key Shit go wrong when you try to compete Shit feel better when everybody eat Lil' junior stay stiff, only talking to me He ready to slide, keep choppers in Jeeps Whole gang flex, everybody on freeze Everybody slide, nobody don't freeze These pussy niggas really working My young niggas really serving, yeah That lil' nigga 12, they know he be working My partner got M's, he got it from serving We came from the block, looking out for Suburbans Upping that Glock then you know it's a murder You ain't aim for the top, nigga, what was the purpose? Shit get real when they pull out the sheet Another opp pack got hit with the heat Another foreign car, can't start with a key Young nigga shit, love the gamble every week Young nigga shit, Alexander McQueen Pop big shit so I'm fucking the team I ain't giving her shit, but I sell her a dream Say that she love me, won't tell her a thing My lil' partner throwed, he gone off that molly Start all that tweaking, he shooting somebody From Letras Mania